Wednesday, 11 March 2009

I missed my three miler last week. After pounding the London pavements 10 and a half miles from Elephant and Castle to Carshalton Village my legs were still hurting by the time I got home on Sunday. The weather had turned too - nasty gusting winds and spraying rain. I was beating myself up about it but then reminded myself that the challenge is to do the half marathon - not to drive myself to injury with overtraining beforehand. So tonight has been the first run since then - my little three miler through the park. First half difficult - second half easy - seems to be becoming a pattern.
I ate out a reckless total of four times whilst away - one was a west indian pasty type thing at half three on Sunday morning after a drunken walk back past the London Eye and so hardly counts. The lazy person in the back of my head tried aguing that Sunday nigth was really part of the holiday and so exempt but I ignored it and rummaged around in my freezer to find a seafood medley which went well with some brown rice and a tin of tuna and a few herbs and stuff to make enough paella for two days.
f*ck.........
Quick interlude there whilst I remembered the bread I put in over an hour ago and had forgotten clean about - saved it just in time (and myself and the other flats from being woken by a smoke alarm in the middle of the night). I found a bag of gluten and wheat free flour I bought ages ago from the Unicorn Supermarket - it's weird, part rice flour part potato flour (i.e. not really flour at all) but with the tail end of brown flour has made pretty nice bread - a tad crisped on the outside.
I reckon that planning food shopping doesn't have to be boring - just a part of deliberate living. I'm eating better and enjoying my food so much more AND there's still no sign of it running out - although the freezer is down to a box of cranberries, a haggis, a pack of venison and rabbit, two packs of stewing steak, one pitta bread, some pesto and some frozen sweetcorn and green beans - actually when I list it all out - 'down to' doesn't seem quite the right phrase. This could go on for ages yet - maybe I should start another challenge - not until I'm back from CAT next week though.

2 comments:

Johne said...

Carshalton Village? Did you pass through a gateway to the 1940's on the way?

Becca said...

Hmmm...it's still quite villagy in bits and that's what my mate Linda calls it so I just got it from her. Although everyone I asked for directions did look rather blank and say 'Carshalton Village? I know where Carshalton is'. So I am obviously one of a very few select people in the know (or, as you say, in the 1940's) It has the most squirelly park I've ever seen - thousands of the little grey varmints. When I remarked on the fact Linda airily replied 'Oh well it has a swimming pool on the other side' ??? Maybe squirrels like swimming?